Quotes About Desire

With a soft laugh that turned her on even more, he brushed one last kiss to her temple. Lock up, Willa. Dream of me. And she knew she would.

The kiss ignited like a rocket flash. Not that this surprised her. Everything pertaining to Mark seemed to burn hot and fast. Frustration, lust… His mouth was rough, hot and hungry on hers as he pulled her closer, taking control. She heard herself moan, kissing him with helpless desperation. If dessert was her usual drug of choice, it'd just been replaced because she couldn't seem to get enough of him.

Her hands slid to his shoulders, his biceps, and dug in as if to hold him here, right here. But he wasn't going anywhere. He liked her hands on him, liked her tongue in his mouth, and when she made that noise deep in her throat, the one that said she was as lost as him, he groaned, both in pleasure and with a good amount of what-the-fuckery, because he knew. He was in trouble. Down to the bone trouble, and he didn't give one single shit.

He had no desire to take a walk down Memory Road either, especially when that road had ended in a spectacular crash with no survivors. Just the walking dead.

He smiled. "And you liked what you saw." Oh God. She had. She really, really had. She closed her eyes and wished for a big hole to swallow her up. "I hardly even noticed you were naked.

Wrapping his hand up in her ponytail, he gently but firmly tugged until she lifted her face to his. "If I'm going to be in your bed, Sophie, you're mine for the duration.

There's a big difference between want and need, she muttered to herself, picking her pad and pen back up. I mean I want a bikini body, but I need chicken nuggets.

Yes, she whispered against his mouth. I'll be yours. And that makes you mine as well, you know. You ready for that? He grinned. It's all I ever wanted.

Ugh. You're being . . . you." "Was that in English?" "This is all your fault." "Nope. Definitely not English." "You're being all hot and sexy, dammit," she said. She banged her head on his chest a few times. "And I can't seem to . . . not notice said hotness and sexiness.

I took one look at you," Hud said to Bailey, "and control went flying out the window. You tore down the brick wall around my heart one smile at a time.

She'd offered him her friendship. Her body. And he'd taken both. He wanted to keep them both. And he also wanted more, so much more. He wanted her heart, like she had his.

The kiss started out gentle, but quickly got serious and not so gentle. His lips parted hers, their tongues touched, and she heard herself moan. His hot mouth left hers and made its way along her jaw, her throat, where he planted open-mouthed kisses that made her shiver for more. If she hadn't been sitting, her knees wouldn't have held her up, because he kissed away her annoyance, her good sense, any ability to think, everything.

What else?" With a shiver, she tightened her grip on his hair. He didn't care if she made him bald, as long as she didn't let go. "That you know my sweet spots." "You're one big, sweet spot.

I want you, Elle, he said, voice low and rough. It's a goddamn ache, I want you so much.

I want in your life, Elle. All the way in.

I've never been so tied to a place, to a person. Until you. But, she said when his eyes began to shutter, it's the way I want it. I want to be tied to you. He studied her for a long moment and then his lips curved. You're picturing it, aren't you, she said drily. Me tied. To my bed, he said on a low laugh. Yeah, a little bit. But mostly I'm liking knowing that you're tied to my heart.

Finn was different. And he was different because she wanted him in her left in a way she hadn't wanted anyone for a very long time. Maybe ever.

And good Lord, the way he looks at you is contributing to global warming

Why can't men think with two body parts at the same time? Is it in your blood? Is it just in the genes? What?

She stared at him, doing her best to hold back all the tumbling mass of emotions hitting her at once. Normally she was good at that, really good, but naturally her one really good life skill deserted her, leaving everything she felt all over her face. Annoyance. Embarrassment. And let's not forget the very reluctant lust.

He was making it impossible for her to resist him, or even remember why she'd wanted to.

I'm not really into hurrying," he said. "What are you into?" "Slow. Long. Hard. Hot. Dirty…" His teeth sank into her earlobe. "You still in?

Apparently it'd been too long since her last social orgasm...

His expression was strained. I'm trying like hell to be the good guy here. I need you to go inside and lock the door behind you to keep out of trouble. I thought Wildstone was safe. It is. The trouble isn't going to come from the unknown. It's going to come from me. Go, Quinn. Now. And lock your door. She stared up at him, mesmerized by the thought of him being trouble, images going through her head of him proving it to her, all of them involving little to no clothing and a bed.